Just A Girl In The World

21+ Indie multi-verse muse composed by Kat

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eleanor "ellie" owens independent//semi-selective//multi-verse//multi-ship//original character

a study in... ending the cycle, growing up too fast, finding comfort in loneliness, the language of music, finding who you are in the context of no one else, found family, finding where to put the anger

{composed by Kat, mun is 21+, she/her, follows from here}

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[platonicrpmemes]

Send “I’m cold” to curl up under a blanket with mine.

[lostliketearsinrain]

Time has passed; for her, it might have felt like hours, even days; for him, it has been just the blink of an eye.

The door opens slowly and warm light crawls in from the adjoining room. Then his shadow. Then his frame.

He steps into the room, which they like to call the ‘waiting room’ – they being his ‘followers’; he hates that word, he despises them.

From her position, she won’t see much more than his shadow – and the warm light.

“If you’re ready, join me for dinner.” He says, and his tone doesn’t give away whether it’s an invitation or a command.

He turns and returns back to the other room, leaving the door open, leaving the warm light in the cold empty room – like a promise or temptation.

The other room is very much the opposite of the dungeon-like ‘waiting room’: Though the walls are made of stone as well, their structure holds warmth. There’s a wooden table, just big enough for two people to comfortably sit opposite each other on wooden chairs with dark red cushions. The table is set for two. He sits down on the chair facing the open door and pours a warm honey-colored liquid into the cups.

[sarcaasmic]

With no clock, Ellie is unsure of how much time has passed since she last saw her captor. The absence of windows also means she has no clue how long she's been here, period, no way to count the number of days she's been in this room.

She's sat on the worn mattress that's haphazardly in the corner of the barren room. Although better than the floor, the cushion gives little comfort; she can still feel the cement directly underneath.

She's picking at a fraying thread on the mattress's border when she hears the click of the lock followed by the creak of the door. She can't see anything but a silhouette lit by the room behind the figure, but she can hear him clearly. She eyes him, unsure. It takes a minute for her mind to catch up to the situation, but once his words register, her gaze follows the figure as it retreats. The door has been left open. He's invited her to dinner.

She hesitates a moment, but when the realization hits that she can't remember the last time she ate, she gets up and follows. This new room is better lit, and she can finally get a look at the man who's keeping her here. She searches her memory for his face and her recollection comes up short. After standing in the doorway for just a few seconds longer to scan her surroundings, she folds her arms across her torso and takes a tentative seat in the cushioned chair across from him.

[sarcaasmic]

🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

[sarcaasmic]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄: what does your muse's handwriting look like?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @qverdia 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @bloodrodeo, @byrcnic, and anyone else who wants to!

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[ send +reverse for the roles to be swapped, when applicable ]

🎃: for our muses to carve jack-o-lanterns together

👻: for our muses to go to a haunted house

🎉: for our muses to attend a Halloween party together

🔮: for my muse to invite your muse to a Halloween party that they're hosting

🍬: for our muses to go trick-or-treating

🍎: for our muses to go bobbing for apples

🎩: for our muses to try on costumes

🔞: for your muse to greet my muse wearing a sexy costume

🕸 : for our muses to put up spooky decorations

🎪: for our muses to go to a spooky carnival

🍿: for our muses to watch a scary movie

😈: for my muse to scare yours

👯: for our muses to have coordinating costumes

💅: for my muse to help your muse apply costume makeup

🍫: for our muses to gorge themselves on Halloween candy

🧛‍♂️: for our muses to enter a costume contest

💀: for our muses to be volunteer scare actors

🍭: for our muses to pass out candy to trick-or-treaters

👹: for our muses to make DIY Halloween costumes

🔥: for our muses to tell scary stories around a bonfire

🚗: for your muse to help my muse decorate their car for trunk-or-treat

🌾: for our muses to get lost in a corn maze

🍹: for our muses to get drunk at a Halloween party

🎭: for our muses to meet at a Halloween masquerade party

🃏: for my muse to compliment your muse's costume

💀: for my muse to play a trick on yours

🍂: for my muse to push yours into a pile of fallen leaves

👗: for our muses to brainstorm costume ideas

💃: for my muse to show off their costume to yours

[rpmemes-galore]

send me   ‘ lost and found ‘   for your muse to find mine after they’ve been wandering lost, scared, and alone in the middle of nowhere…

send me   ‘ lost and found, reverse ‘   for my muse to find yours

[thememestho]

send “🦇” to help my muse decorate for halloween

aternatively, send “it’s freaking bats” if you cannot see the symbol

[sarcaasmic]

//hey moots. im still around and will probs have slow activity for the foreseeable future BUT my DMs and asks are open as always so if anyone wants to chat in general or wants to plan something please message me!! If there’s a thread you’re really hoping to continue or if there’s ideas you want to run by me or if you just wanna talk about literally anything let’s chat :)

[sarcaasmic]

//apologies for the lack of activity, i've been focusing on a personal project. ty to all my writing partners for being patient, im def still interested in writing with all of you, please don't think my lack of presence means otherwise 💛💛💛

[womenofmcu]

Gwyneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts in Iron Man 3

[wildhaart]

uhmm like a plot “i came home for my bestfriend’s wedding and whoa, when did her older brother got soooo hot?” let’s say he was lanky and a loser during high school or something

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[lostliketearsinrain]

His hand stopped in the air in its movement, fingertips almost reaching her face, almost touching her hair when she turned her face away. His fingers curled into a fist and he put his hand down. A low growling sound, he was clearly disapproving of her reaction to his kindness.

"You're neither fooling me, nor fooling yourself with your pretended bravery."

His forearms now rested on his knees as he was still crouching in front of her -- the little thing trying to crawl into the wall, trying to escape the inevitable. He watched her, observed her. Was she different than any of the others before her?

"It won't be useful here. The only thing that matters here, is being what you truly are. Don't worry, you don't have to do anything."

He got up, now standing above her small curled up body. "I'll see you soon." His words carried another meaning.

[sarcaasmic]

Ellie feels relief when he drops his hand, though him listening only brings a sliver of ease. The man is still too unfamiliar and she's in a strange place. She's filled with unease, distrust, and fear. She doesn't turn her head back to face him until a few seconds after he's spoken, shoulders tense with the possibility of retaliation at her rejection.

She doesn't understand. She can't tell whether he speaks so cryptically on purpose or if she's just too worn out to connect any dots. She doesn't know what he's talking about, doesn't have any sense of why she's here or what he wants from her.

Her gaze follows him as he stands up, towering above her. She's quick to use her wrist to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. She tries to make sense of his words, of what he expects of her. She can't help the "What?" that forms on her lips then slips through, her eyebrows furrow.

Once he's gone, she takes the opportunity to get a better look at the room she's in, tries to find any chance of escape. At the same time, she tries to take control of her breath as her anxiety threatens to pull her into a panic.

[lostliketearsinrain]

open to: anyone muse: Lucian Vale (fallen angel and reluctant cult leader) content warning: confinement, intimidation

"You’re scared. It’s okay to admit it, there’s no shame in it," he said in a condescending tone. He had crouched down besides the other who was cowering in the corner of the dimly lit room. "Shhh... It's okay," he whispered in his dark voice, his tone both soothing and menacing He extended a hand as if he wanted to caress them gently.

[sarcaasmic]

The blonde glares, expression like that of a wolf baring its teeth at the stranger, body rigid. She tries to act tough, like her natural response is to fight not flee. Her watery eyes betray her, the nausea in her stomach weighs her down where she sits. She doesn't feel like a fighter right now, right now she fawns, she's the deer who stepped into the jaws of a bear trap.

She swallows, hoping it'll stop her struggling breathes. It doesn't help. As he crouches in front of her, she wishes she could blend right into the wall. She tries the impossible but ends up just rubbing the skin of her shoulder into the wall behind her, sneakers slipping against the floor when she can't scoot herself any further back. She turns her head to the side as he lifts his hand toward her, curls falling forward, "Don't."

[sarcaasmic]

//@somebrokenfate liked for a lyric-based starter and got Them Dirty Bones by Mike Waters

"I don't wanna die and never know," there, it was out in the air now. Ellie couldn't take it back, couldn't change what she said. All she can do is look at them and hope they at least say something back. She tries to read their expression, rubs her arm as an attempt to soothe her nerves.

[sarcaasmic]

//@endlesslovc liked for a lyric-based starter and got Small Talk by Briston Maroney

"I know you more than you could ever hope I would" she smiles at Willa; she's certain they knew each other like the back of their own hands by now. She's learned the other girl's quirks and habits, favorite foods, music, everything she could, because she cares so much.